Hey, Friends! Thank you for your responses to last week's post! It meant a lot to read of your promises for prayer, encouragement, and excitement!
Now, for some bittersweet news.
I said good-bye to a dear friend this weekend.
To be honest, I took her for granted. She appeared the same night as my high school graduation, introduced to me by a cousin of my mother's whom I have never met, seen a picture of, or heard her voice (meaning I'm convinced she's a ghost) and I didn't think this new friend had a place in my life. After all, I was finished with high school. I still had my old trusty old friend... and I'm one of those people who doesn't need a large group to be happy. I'd rather have one or two close friends. What did I need her companionship for?
So I stuffed her in the back of my closet.
Three years later, my old friend and I bid farewell. She was bound for the dumpster. I was poor. Remembering the "new" friend in the back of my closet (now aged three years, but with no wear whatsoever), I sheepishly asked for her forgiveness.
She said she'd think about it.
From that day on, she accompanied me to every class. When I graduated from college, she went with me all over the world- from the feral Amazon Jungle to the mountains of Southern Africa, the slums of Delhi, India, and a Central American lake.
Somewhere in the midst of all of our travels, she became a bit worn. A snag here, a tear there... until a year ago I noticed her simply falling apart from the stress of our life together. The doctor couldn't fix her broken pieces.
And tonight, I met a new friend.
I'm excited about this new relationship. This new friend will go with me to places I've never known before and show me things I never new existed. But first, I want to send my old friend- who, I'm ashamed to say, I didn't want- good-bye.
You were always there, my perfect traveling companion. I will never forget you. Thank you for shouldering my burdens, for making my life easier. For nine years, you served me without complaining, even when I slung you in the dust and threw you across the room. Nothing was too heavy for you... even though some things were too big. Most of all, I loved how you let me use you as a pillow on layovers. I only hope you don't end up in a landfill.
Some pictures from our life together:
In the bottom of our boat on our 2 day trek out to the remote villages of the Amazon Jungle (we slept in those hammocks at night):
On the floor of my room in India:
Okay... so, silly. This weekend I threw out a bookbag I had for 9 years. It got to the point where the zipper didn't zip at all, and I was unable to get it replaced. Having not been bookbag shopping since my freshman year of high school, I was amazed at all the choices in the store.
The one I ended up getting supposedly will last me for life. That's nifty. It has a lot of organizational pouches that make me really happy- and excited to try it out in a few weeks!
Still, even though I knew it was a necessary purchase and it was something that's been on my "I'll need to buy one soon so I need to prepare for that" list for about a year, I refused to buy one until my old one was completely wasted.
Kind of like some ideas I've had....plotlines, characters, conversations, titles... I've discovered that in life I have a tendency to hold on long after the point of "It's time to let go".
Do you have that problem? Your characters?
P.S. Seriously... isn't a bookbag an odd gift for a graduation?
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